O Song of Glinishmore

Martha's Musings

“Quack is a question for which there is no answer. It is not a sound, but an idea. A human or elf or dwarf may say ‘Quack’ and in doing so evoke its ephemera—the fleeting incidence of meaning and truth, but no comprehension of its gravity. To Quack is to be alive and with that life to shape the world around you, to paddle and in so, move not yourself, but the sea beneath you.”